"Wha-?" Star starts as he tries to stand up. I pull him back down to the couch. I can't believe I almost told him I liked him back in the checkered room. Okay, well I did tell him. But he didn't believe me.
"Star, no. Stay," I insist. Star shuffles a little away from me.
"What are you?" he asks. Okay that hurt. I may be different but I'm not that different from him. I hesitate; I must tell him. I also can't put up with him saying stuff like that to me, that he hates me. I may seem calm. But I'm not.
"I'm not that different," I say. Star shakes his head. I take a deep breath. "I was born with the ability to heal instantly," I tell him.
"Weird," Star says.
"Also," I start, "don't talk to me like that. I know you should hate me. But I don't need to hear it."
"I'm sorry, I don't actually hate you," Star whispers. I put my hand on Stars shoulder. He moves away. I give him space.
"Then what do you feel?" I ask.
"About what?" Star says.
"Towards me." Star shifts uncomfortably. "Tell me the truth."
"I… I know I should hate you. But I don't. I know how sick and twisted you are, but other than that, you're not that bad. You seem to care even, and it confuses me," Star says slowly. I nod; it's not the worst. And I do care, but how do I tell him that?
"I do care," I confirm. Star looks puzzled.
"But why?" Star asks. That's the question I don't know how to answer. If I tell the truth will him be mad? And is it even the right time to tell him?
"Are you prepared for anything I say?" I ask.
"Just tell me," Star insists. I decide I will tell him, again.
…
"I'm in love with you," Demon says. This shit again. I'm so confused. "That's why I kidnapped you," he continues, "I've liked you since almost forever." Demons not exactly the best at this… I watch him carefully.
"Okay."
"That's it? Okay?" Demon says hurriedly. I nod. He's probably disappointed.
"Yeah. For now," I say. Demon sighs.
"Okay," he says, "but how do you feel?"
...
"I don't know, we'll see," Star says. Star hugs me, short and quick. Then he stands up, wincing because of his arm. The hug caught me off guard. I smile slightly.
"Sorry, I had to tell you," I say. Did I have too really? I should have dragged it out…
"Kay, I'm hungry," Star says. I'm relieved I told him... but also a little unsure.
"I'll get something for you. what do you want?" I ask standing up and gesturing for him to sit back down. Star sits down and frowns.
"Star?" I ask.
"What do you have?" he asks.
"Pretend I have anything," I laugh.
"Ah. I hate making decisions. Pancakes?" Star asks. I smile. I happen to have that. I make Star pancakes. I leave to the kitchen and start mixing the ingredients. I consider myself a good cook and have practised a lot. I do everything with care as though the pancakes are Star. I laugh. "What?" Star asks.
"Nothing. Just relieved," I say.
…
I finish my pancakes and look up at Demon. He's watching me. His confession was a little soon… but I believe him this time.
"The best pancakes ever," I say, and I try to smile.
"I'm glad you liked them," Demon says and takes my plate. Damn that man can cook, I mean... I already knew that, but still. I stand up and head to the kitchen.
"Can't I help with anything?" I ask. I want to help… not seen as just someone he must take care of. Although my arm still hurts.
"Idiot rest," Demon says, "I got this," he reassures me.
"But…" I start frustrated.
"But what? Your hurt," demon says, "plus I wanna take care of you." I sit down.
"Fine." Demon comes back to lounge room.
"Need anything princess?" he asks.
"Don't call me that," I say annoyed. Demon looks sorry.
"Okay, okay, sorry," he says.
"What time of day is it?" I ask.
"Its night. The day after you got shot," Demon answers me.
"And you," I say, "It just healed instantly, right?"
"Yes," Demon nods. I nod back.
"Thanks for helping me then," I say.
"Anything for you," Demon smiles.